4.24.2012

half minutes of inhumanity


long as cut-and-paste data gets retained on the screen
because a slow mesh goes at dither speed crossing
and it repaints losses where they took them in trucks
to the death camps, 
& the life camps,
you lose bits of sparkle in the dark by the river
it bemuses   like a brain goes
that’s the word for it,  lash
robotics

^^^^^^^^^

meaning try and try again and acquittal
it’s in a quit mode reject cartridge
move into the one place yammering bespeak quotient
unfinished like they say
with a slanting spiral who manages
all to the troll when you’re marking down spaces &
a dictionary tells you what
words mean in a screaming evening
that     stops & paints down
all the unbelieved where
tanks roll

^^^^^^^^^

almost, the words have prototypical
as a hard sell,  in the sun
a sea without much seeing or
as hard shell protrusion quibble
saying low mass,  across time called under the
breathlessness,
sight rime to slight rime
endospore shapes a clocklike penny-dreadful scribbler,
campesino
here at the ferro-cement mixing party

^^^^^^^^^


law is a tip to unfind off rubbish
tame slant,  look that’s the wave smashin in unsounded eyes
or, lapse tape unheard
it’s grape shot
inter-session, flat darn unseen
all the way    to flee here ?
                   & a looping cursive mime wrangle

^^^^^^^^^

it’s a free throw lane,
it’s electro-choking for that designated century;
along the shunpike
a Junker puttering along in his junker;
it thinks about how the sky rains down
bits & pieces like an uncertain stock split;
so history conjures you up a blunderbuss;
a margay leaps away

No comments:

Post a Comment